How can you stand thereLike a weakening fireAwaiting the final end?If you considerStill hanging in thereYou will witherIn each and in every wayHow can you stand it?Say can you mend it?Don't you pretend thatThe world is a better place?If you're in denialLife is worth whileYou can rely onThere's comfort in exit waysIn a manica the reaper comes aroundAnd the winds they sweep my manic funereal groundSome deranged and some devourTo haunt me down in my darkest hourYet another mind of the Devil's designWhen we gather our frail souls Beyond our persistenceWhen we cope for our lives with fantasyWhen we cover our eyes And mourn our loss of existenceWhen we falter, deprived and out of dreamsDo you see there are timesTo read in the lines?And trust me you will findThe things that you knowWill hurt you soYou can't deny that anymore,You can deny that no more!